Gemotions

The phone rang. It *had* to be the call. Chloe drummed her fingers on her desk, the sound a staccato beat against the silence of the office.

She had her acceptance speech, the words polished and ready to go. The phrases of appreciation she'd use to the team, the promises of success she'd offer.

Her pulse quickened, a light fluttering in her chest. She already knew the results. It was the only logical outcome.

The silence on the line felt like a drawn-out, anticipatory pause before a fireworks display. She knew the sky would soon erupt in celebration of her victory.